Caravan Park Cricket (Anxiety) with Water Slide Behind

Caravan Park Cricket. Original verse by Edmund West
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Catch the bus to Bondi, no I'm at Warrnambool,
Stuck in caravan park cricket and being made to look a fool.
A rubbish bin as wicket, a bat and tennis ball,
Christmas hols, cricket at the caravan park oval.
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Everything stops, it's obligatory to be part of the game,
When the ball comes your way, everyone is screaming your name.
Screaming your name, screaming your name and then you drop the ball,
Fingers are hurting, you retard, this game is diabolical.
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What to do on the beach anyway, explore the dunes?
Which do you prefer, boys, girls, goons or Nick Drake tunes.
It's my turn to bat, not drowning waving, I'm waving the bat in the air,
The ball whizzes past me, and clangs the rubbish bin wickets, this is so unfair.
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There is laughter in that wind, in that gathering squall,
Sitting at home, Nick Drake hears Mum calling from the hall.
Cricket on the beach in summer is so vanilla, so biege,
I prefer to wander alone, I enjoy how it seems to provoke your rage.
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How the winds are laughing, in that gathering squall,
A squalling summer rain has come to save me from the bat and cricket ball.

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Original verse by Edmund West and Liz.
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A sensuous scratch.
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Do you have a spirit, a soul, a voice.
Whisper in the wind, a quiet rejoice.
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Burnt siena, ochres, tonal grays
Olive eucalyptus the afternoon haze.
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Pee on a tree, a jaggedy dark patch
Blonde summer grass, a sensuous scratch.
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The gate is open just a chink
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The gate is open just a chink
Should I go through, what do you think?
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I'm going out the door
In search of a why and wherefore
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Do you see the land of promise
Or has it been taken from us.
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Talk in real life
Either way there can be strife.
Talking in real life can be difficult. Lean on a gate,
It will be great.
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Splash in the sea,
Wait and see.
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The beach is deserted
Except for some kelp
We walk in the shallows
I give a joyous yelp
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A ray shoots under my foot
Gone in a blink
A split second shadow
No need to think
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All is shimmers.
The waves flat and languid
Breakers unfinished
Don't care if I'm stupid